I was away for a weekend photography course. Late into the evening after a meal and group drinks, Helen, the most attractive woman in the group, sighed and said “oh God, I need an affair”.

She was a trophy wife. Hubby was a slob but earned mega-bucks before the crash of 2007. She loved using his credit card!

We were clandestine lovers for 5 years - we met in hotels, car parks, friend’s houses and, after I left my own adulterous wife, in the room I rented from a former work colleague, Amanda.

Helen’s hubby only got to have her on his birthday and Christmas or so she told me. I hope I was sharing her! But every time she went away, when she returned he would inspect her pussy. I don’t know how he never detected my cum inside her!

Helen would make me come by teasing me financially and telling me how I was fucking a rich bitch. As soon as she told me not to come inside her because hubby would know, I did just that.

She loved buying lingerie for me to enjoy her gorgeous body. It excited me but I always stayed calm long enough to give her great orgasms. Her pussy tasted like nectar. There was an incredible sexual chemistry between us. She was like a drug for me.

Waiting for each next secret meet was agony.

After five years of secrecy I ended it. She was distraught.

A few months later she rang me at 1am in floods of tears to tell me that all this time her husband had been having an affair. All that secrecy for nothing!!!!

We met to fuck a few more times but the magic had gone. I think about her every single day.